Chapter 104 Margaery Tyrell
"Can you behave for once?"
The four young dragons roared in defiance, clearly indifferent to his reprimand. Sensing his master's intent, Syndor—Gavin's massive dragon—slowly approached them, lowering its enormous head. As it neared, a deep, thunderous growl rumbled from its throat. The moment Syndor loomed over them, the young dragons froze, suddenly obedient, afraid to move.
Gavin chuckled, giving Syndor's neck an affectionate pat before dismounting.
At that moment, Daenerys entered the dragon cave, a letter in hand. She smiled wryly at the scene before her, immediately understanding that the young dragons had fought again.
Recently, she and Gavin had used the blood of the Unburnt to successfully hatch three more dragonlings. With their birth, Gavin's status had also changed on his panel:
Host: Gavin Belleris
Age: 18
Bloodline:Blood and Fire Dragonborn (65% developed)—Blood of the Dragon King. Grants control over dragons, fire manipulation, and fire resistance.
Forces:
60/63 Rule Points (Subordinates can be upgraded through the panel)
40 Primary Blood Dragon Guards (Blood-infused warriors, can be advanced twice)
8 Senior Blood Dragon Guards (Cannot be advanced further)
1 Adult Magic Dragon (A creature born of blood and fire, cannot be advanced)
3 Baby Dragons (Magic creatures, currently unable to advance)
8 Dragon Eggs (Unhatched, can be incubated)
Skills:
Flame Control: Legendary
Swordsmanship: Legendary
Flame Blade: Legendary
Archery: Master
Lance Combat: Master
Energy Points: 12 (Absorbed passively from surrounding magic or manually drawn in)
Gavin had confirmed that, thanks to his panel, he could command multiple dragons at once, breaking the old rule of one rider per dragon. Much like Daenerys in the original history, this gave him an undeniable advantage, and he couldn't help but dream of acquiring more dragon eggs.
He had named the two gray-white dragons Cloud Frost and Mist Shadow, while the brown one was Sting Horn.
Cloud Frost and Mist Shadow were similar in size, their scales a mix of silvery gray and pale white, reminiscent of morning frost—mysterious and ethereal. Cloud Frost's eyes shimmered like sapphires, bright and piercing, while Mist Shadow's were deep and enigmatic, like the still surface of an ancient lake. Though their wings had not yet fully matured, they already showed signs of growing into formidable appendages.
Sting Horn, on the other hand, stood apart. Its rugged brown scales resembled ancient bark, tough and weathered. Most striking were the two sharp horns protruding from its head, gleaming like honed steel. Its eyes carried a wild, untamed gleam, and it was by far the fiercest among the three.
Despite hatching together, they constantly fought.
If given three pieces of meat, they would battle over a single one. To make matters worse, Viserion often joined in, diving into the fray the moment food appeared, igniting even more chaos. The dragon cave was frequently filled with roaring, flapping, and general bedlam.
Daenerys frowned slightly and asked,
"Gavin, what's the latest on King's Landing?"
Gavin's expression remained composed.
"Jon Arryn has been poisoned by the Lannisters and Littlefinger. Robert Baratheon is still away on his hunting trip, and the capital is in disarray. I sent word to Stannis, planting the idea that the Lannisters might be plotting his murder as well. Now, he's retreated to Dragonstone and refuses to return to King's Landing. Without the royal fleet, the Iron Throne poses no immediate threat to us."
Daenerys exhaled in relief.
"That's good. What's your next move? Will you wait for the envoy from Volantis to return?"
Gavin's eyes gleamed with determination.
"The warships' ballistae are nearly refitted. There's no reason to delay. I won't wait for the envoy—we have a rare window of opportunity. I'm launching an attack on Lys."
Daenerys nodded slightly, then handed him the letter she was holding, a faint smirk on her lips as she said,
"Margaery Tyrell, daughter of the Duke of Highgarden, has invited you to her sixteenth naming day."
Gavin glanced at her, sensing the underlying tension in her voice. He responded gently,
"Don't worry. With war on the horizon, I have no time for a noblewoman's celebration. I'll send a reply declining the invitation."
Daenerys hesitated for a moment, a flicker of doubt in her violet eyes.
"Aegon the Conqueror had two wives. You are also a dragon king… If you wish to go, you still have time. A dragon could take you there swiftly."
Gavin chuckled awkwardly.
"No, really—Lys is more important. I won't waste my time with such things."
Daenerys sighed softly.
"By the way, Maester Qyburn was looking for you earlier. It seemed urgent."
Gavin smiled.
"I'll go see him. Keep an eye on those little troublemakers, will you?"
Daenerys smirked.
"I will, but as long as Syndor is here, they won't dare misbehave."
With that, Gavin left the dragon cave and made his way through the tunnel leading to the manor. He soon arrived at a dark, damp chamber deep beneath the estate. A few slivers of light streamed in through the narrow windows, illuminating the dust swirling in the air. The walls were lined with strange instruments and ancient maps, while shelves overflowed with vials of peculiar substances, their scents mingling in an eerie concoction.
Maester Qyburn stood in the dimly lit room, his hands trembling slightly as he carefully unscrewed an aged lid. Instantly, a pungent odor filled the chamber. Inside the container was a thick, green liquid, its surface gleaming with an unsettling luster under the feeble light.
Qyburn turned to Gavin, his voice low and solemn.
"My lord, this is wildfire."
Gavin narrowed his eyes, studying the mysterious substance with both curiosity and caution.
Qyburn took a slow, measured breath.
"Wildfire is highly volatile. A mere spark can ignite it, and once it burns, it's nearly impossible to extinguish. Its power is immense."
His tone carried an unmistakable hint of reverence.
Gavin pondered for a moment before saying,
"Take a flask of it. Let's test its capabilities in an open area."
Qyburn hesitated.
"My lord, wildfire is not like ordinary flames. Are you certain you can control it?"
A confident smile played on Gavin's lips.
"Don't worry. Even if it cannot be tamed, it won't harm me."
With that, the two men carefully carried the canister of wildfire and made their way to the beach.